GULGALLANA

[soulping]

[When you come to, you find yourself locked in a small, cramped, antique elevator. One wall is covered with a large, ornate mirror, and a chandelier hangs above your head. The doors are made of metal and shut very, very tightly. The lights are off.]

[You hear two familiar voices echo distantly in your mind]

LET ME GO, Ǧ̲̖̩̞̣̲̌Ĩ͎R̞̩͎̝̍L̹̳̫̾͛Ȉ͙͈̬͐͒ͭ̄̌̊E̥̥̓ͨ!

I won't let you hurt them!

[Before you have time to say anything, the elevator suddenly jolts, before it begins to plummet. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you fall, fall, fall, and then. . .]

[Suddenly it stops. You're thrown off balance, possibly to the point of where you crash into a wall or a nearby neighbor. All is silent]

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(frozen comment)

[soulping]

[Until another voice, also familiar but different than the two you heard earlier, creeps into your mind]

Get out! Get out, get out, get out! B-before it's too late! Star. . . when she channeled Poltergeist, she trapped him and cut off his control of this game! His influence on the realm right now is shaky at best, escape from this place before he returns to kill you all!

But be careful. . . be careful! The realm is-- it's unstable, it's dangerous! And there may be parts of it that try to drag you back as you escape. . . if you're grabbed by something, struggle until you get away! And try not to get hurt!

[It's Haunt, sounding more frantic than she ever has before]

I. . . I'm on my way. I'm on my way, just hold on until I can get there!

THE ELEVATOR

[soulping]

[this thread is for all of your exploration needs]

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[naturen]

Oofarglebargh!

[ Just bumping right into a wall here and then forward onto her face. Ever graceful, this one. ]

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[pornography]

[ it's okay, this one just face planted onto the ground and is whining about it ]

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[naturen]

Nghf... [ rubbing her face ]

Okay... [ looking over ] You okay? Nothing broken?

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[pornography]

I don't think so, but my nose is sore...

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[naturen]

Okay, well... We'll get Katie to help with that later. For now, we n-need to move.

[ Or so that's what she got out of what the voice said. She does stop for a moment, however, to take off her sneakers and socks. ]

I probably won't be able to use my tremor sense very well here, but just in case...

Ready to go?

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[pornography]

Yeah, I am.

Re: THE ELEVATOR

[naturen]

Okay. Let's see if we can just... [ open the elevator doors and have a look? ]

FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[You find yourself standing in a lengthy hotel hallway. The decor is just as old as the elevator you escaped from moments before, although everything is worn and dilapidated. The floor is covered in a faded red and yellow floral patterned carpet; the walls are plastered with torn, ripped and tarnished wallpaper. The lights above you are dim-- so dim, that they cast a yellow glow around the area. Some of the light bulbs flicker on and off in random intervals, occasionally dousing the area in darkness]

[The hallway stretches ahead of you for what seems like forever, with no ending in sight. If you stare into the distance for too long, it almost seems to bend and shift and twist right before your very eyes, like someone decided to use the smudge tool on your surroundings. . .]

[Lining the walls of the hallway are twelve elevators, with six on each side. Each one is colored for each team in Kyriakos. Next to the elevators you see a sign: Floor 3463]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[naturen]

[ Ren makes a mental note of that number: '3463.' She also stops being steel in order to conserve her ability to... well, use abilities. 'Cause she'll probably need 'em again soon. ]

Just w-walking ahead doesn't seem like an option, so I wonder if...

[ She moves to the door of the tealish-colored elevator and cups her ear close (not on the door, but close to it), listening to see if she can hear anyone inside. ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[she doesn't hear anything from Amalthea's door. not a peep, not a sound. seems like the elevator is empty]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[naturen]

Hmn... If it was like ours, then...

[ They have to go forward, but if the hallway goes on forever... And she feels like it's not a good idea to be near any of the lights as they go out, either. ]

But if they are like ours, then...

[ She's going to see if she can open the door to Amalthea's (or is that "Amalthea's") elevator. Same trick from before: wedging in two thin pieces of metal and giving it some oomph. ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[the doors are stuck just as tightly as they were before. a voice whispers in her ear]

[all empty]

[are you looking for someone?]

[they're all gone]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[naturen]

[ Bwah... That's definitely got a shiver going down her spine! ]

N-Nope. Just for a way around.

[ Because why not engage what might be just an imaginary head voice? Or ghost? Or... whatever? ]

[ She might be contemplating punching a hole in the wall as she walks to what she thinks is the end of the elevator doors lining the way. ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[as she walks, she passes what looks like an old, Victorian portrait hanging from the wall. it's a portrait of an old woman, her white hair tied into a tight bun on top of her head]

[her eyes are following Ren as she moves]

(frozen comment) FLOOR 843

[soulping]

[̴Y̨͡o̵ú̴'̶̧r̵̡̕e̷ ̴̡s͝ta̷n͝҉͝d̛͡ìn̢̨͝g͞ ̸̕͠ín͡ ̧a̷͜ņo̢̡̕t̀h̵́͘eŗ ̕r҉u̷n̛ d҉̵̶o͘w̛n͢ hot̀͞él͘͜͠ ̧͜h́͜a̢͠͠ll̢w̴̢͜a̸͜y̶̕.̛ ͠͞Th̸e͏̸ ̕͏c̸ar҉p̶͜e̛҉̴t͝҉̢ ̢͠i͞͞s͏̴ ḑ͞á̧͟m͝p̕ ̀͡b̢e̕n͏͜͞e͞a̕͢t̵͏h҉̛͏ ̸̀y̨͞o҉u͜r ̡͠f̛ȩ͏͢e̷̵̛ţ̡͘ ̶a͘n̨d̴ ͘͏s̀qu͏͝í҉̷s̕͢͟h̸́e͏̨s̷̕ wi̧t͢͝͞ḩ ̧͢ev̸͝er̡͢y̷ ̸҉s͟t̷e̵̸̢p̀ ̨҉y̷̧o̵͏u ̸́t́̕͏ak͘e͡.̶̢ ̀͏̸Th̶͟é̛͝ ͝w̨̕a͟͠l̀̀͝l͜p̀͏aṕér̕͝ ̀is̴̢̛ ҉cǫ́v̛e͝r̨ed ̢in̛ ̵̧͞w̢͞͞a̴t̸̴ę̷̷r̢͘ ̶̧ḑa͠m͡á̢g̸͠e͟,̛̛ ͝w̕i̴̧t͏h ̧͝͝en̶͝tìr̛͟e̡̢ ̢͞s̀́t̨̧ŕ̛͡i̶̧̧p̡͡ş ͝͠p͠͠e͢el̢̧͢in̶̨̛g̵͘ ̷͘ẃ͢ą͢͝y ̀͞a͡n̶̵d̛͡ ͜p̷̢ùd̸d͝҉͜l̴͜in̴̕g͢ o̡͘͟n͢ ̷̕t̶͝҉he͢҉ ǵŗo͘͡u̷̸̢n͡d҉ ̸̴́n͟͞҉e̴̕͡ar͝ ̛t̵͏͢h̨̢e ̵͜f̷̵̛ĺǫ͢òŕ.̶͢ ̴̸͟T̵̢h̴̵͜e̕ ̵҉͝l̀̀i̵̡͟ghtś ̛͟a͏̛b̛̀ov̸̵́e͘ ͠ąr͡͞e̵ s̴͜t҉̢i̧͜l͏̢ļ d̛͞í̸̀m̛͟,̡̡̕ ̴̛͠b̸u̵͟t̡ ͡͏t҉́ḩes̶e̸̸̴ ̧͏͡g͏҉i̷̵͜v̡͏e̛ o͟f̶f ̴a̷͟ ̨̀s̛o̷f̷͘t̶͠ ͜͝b̧͝l͞u̷ȩ̨ ̀͟g̷̸̀low͠͏.͡͏ ͟I͢t̵͢ ͠͞͡a̧ĺm͘o͡s̴͡͡t g͏i͘͠͞v̵͝e͏҉s̸ ̢͜t͠h̶͟e͢͝ a͏r͟e͢͝a̵͜ ̴ą͞҉ st̸҉r͟͞a̕͡n̷̢g͢͡e.̀͘ ̵. ̡.̴͠ ̢͞҉u̵͘n͠d͞e̷̡͟r̵̕w̶̕͜at̛͟é́r ͘f̛͝e̕͡el̶̀͡i͜͝ng̨͟]̢͏̛
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̸͠[̡̧U͞nl͜͠í̶k͟͞e͞ ̸͡͞t́͟h͜ȩ ̶͡fl̷o͠o̸r͝ ̕a̴͢b̶͘o͡͞v̢e̷̕͟ ́y̸͞͠o̡̕͢u͏̢̨,̢͢͞ ͡͝t̷͢h̀͟ȩ ̡h͘͘͘a͠l̴̵l͢͏w̶̴aỳ̴ t̶̢͜h͜͟át̀͘͟ ͝st̷r̀é̷t̵̛c̕͢͞hęs̀̕ ̸̴b̸̡͠ef̡͞o̶̷҉re͝͡ ̴̀y͟͠ou͞ ̸i̸s̡͘ ̸̧n̶o̡͟t͘͝ ̶cl͏e̢a͠r͞. ̷͜͞R̨u̡̡͠s̕͜t̷y͏̛ ҉̡i̕҉r͘͡o̸͝n̸̛ ̢b̡e̷̡͝d̷͜͢ ͏fràm̢͟ę͘s̛ ͏͢a̸̛r͘e ̡̕s҉̨tr̴̢ę͜͝w̴̴n͏́ ̷͟a͜c҉r҉o̵̧s̷̵̢s ̛t͠h̡e͏̢͢ ̢́fl͡o̷o̕r҉͘͢ ̸̕l͘͏ì̡ke ob͟s̸t̴ac͠l̕e͟ş̡҉.̧͡ Ś̸̛ơḿ̶͟e̢̧ ͘o̧f̀͠҉ ̨͝t̡h̴͡e҉͡m̵̸͢ á͜re̕ ̸͘i̴̕ǹ̸ ͝͠t̢a̵c̕t̀,̸͟͠ ̶̴̕w̴͠h̨̧i̧l͟ę͞ ͝͏o̷̢t͟ḩ̸e͜͜͏r͢͢ş̛ ̛͠a̛͟r͞e͢ ̨͞b̢͟r͏̴o̸ḱe̵n ͏an̶̨d ̴̛b͠eņ͟͡t.͜ ́S͘o͘҉m͡e̴̸ ̶o̡f̷̢ ̶̸t̶͝͞h̵͡e̢ ̕͢br͟͢o̧k̶e͞n̵ ͜͟͠i̶̢r̨͜o̸̵͡n̢ ̢͠p̡ol͢es ̸́͢h͡av͏̵ę͜ ̢s̷̨h̵͜͞a̴̶r͢ṕ ̛̕ę́n҉d̡͏s ̨҉t́ḩ̨́a̷t̢ ̡̛͞ş͠͡t̶͢i҉͢c̷̨k ̶ó̷̡u̢͠͞t̡̨̨ ̶́in̕ ͠y̸̡o̕ur ͟w͠ay̨̕.̵̸͝ ͜͝B̀̀e̸ ́c͜a̕͟r͜e̶͟f̨uĺ͡͞ w҉hè͢n̕ ̶͝pas̴̛s̵̢i҉̴ņ͡g҉҉ b̨y̷̨ ҉t͝h̛ò̕͟s͘͜e͘.͏̷͢ ̸̶͏. ̕͡.͏ b̧e̵ć͟͝au̶͜s͢͝͏e̛ w͟h̛̀o̵͟ k̴̀͝n͢͠ow̷͝͝s̛͜ ̧̧w͘҉̕h̛͜͟a͞t͠ ̷w̷̶o͏u̷l̶d͟ ͡h̵̛̀app͝͏̕è̷̵n̨ ̀͝i͝f͟͢ ̨yò̵u̶͟ ͞҉a͏͞c͜͟c̨̀͝id̴͢e̵͘͜n̛t͜al̢ly̨͢ çu͝t͘ ̢҉y̶̢ó̡ur̸s̨͝è͘͢l̸̢f͜͜ ̵ẁ́̕i͟͜t̷̕͢h̨̕͜ ́͟i͠t?̧̀͏]
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̧[̨̀I҉͏̢n͏ ̷add̷͘i̵̡͢t̵͠į͠on ̢t͞͝o͏͝ ҉̨t́h̴͞͝e͟ ͟͠b̷͘͡e͏d͟҉̵ ͞͠f͏̀r̀͟͝a͠ḿé̢ś̢,̷ ͟t̕͝h̶e͟r̛è̕͡ ҉̶ar҉͜e͡ ̸̡̛w̸ǫ͜r͢ņ̴,̸̀́ y̵҉e̶̡̢llo҉̵w̵̷̛e̶͟d̶̕͜ ̶m͢͜à̛͢t҉̨ţ҉̛ŗe͞s̀s̸̨͟e̶̡͞ś ̡a̢̕nd b҉̷͝e̛͢d͜͢ ̀s̢͏he͟e̛͡t͏̛́s ̛͘b̀u̧͘n̢c̴͘h̴éd̀͘ ̶̷u̶p͘ ̕a̵҉͘n̨͜d̴ ҉t̡hr̢͢͡o͡҉̵ẃ̡͟n͏̧ ̷h̀͜á͘p̴̀͢h͏͜a̶̕z͏̷à̧r̨d͟͟l̡̀y͘ ͢ar҉̵̕o͏͞u҉̧̢n̵̷d̵ ̷͏t̛h́͢ȩ ̶̀͟a͠r͏e̷̷a̛͝.̸ ͏͞Th̡͢i҉҉s҉ h̕҉a̡̕l̨l̀͢w̶a҉̢y ͏͏̕i͘͠s̸̢͡ ̵̴͝a͢ ͠<̡̀͘I̡>͢m̴͞e̷͞s̕s͢͡<̶́/̵I̸̷≯̧͞ ̀͝c̵o͏mp̵ąre͘d̕ ̸̧͢t̶͢o͢ ̷̛t͝h͘͡e l̢̛a̢s͝t.͘ ̢L҉i̢͘͟ke̢͟͜ b̢͠è̶̴fo̷͞r͏e, ́͟͡y̢͟où̧ ̶͠c͢a̴͞n't̢̡͝ s̵̷̨ęe͏́̀ ̢̀͞t̶̢he̷͘̕ ̢̀̕è̡͞n͟͠d̨̢͢ ̨͞o̷f̷ t͡ḩ͏é ̶҉h͟͜͜a̶l̵͡l͠ẁ̵͝a͟͢͞y,͝ ͘a̷̧ńd̵̸́ ̴̶͡y͘o̵͞͝ur҉͝ ̸̛̀s͏̶ur̷҉r͜o̵͝ư̷͡n̴̕d̨͞i͏n͢ǵ͝s͞ ̕se̷̢ę́͢m̡ ͘͢͟t̢̧͢o̵ ͝g̢l͟͞͠it̵̴c͝h a҉n̷̡͡d҉ ̵̛̛s҉wi̢r͘l̢ t͢o̢g̷̡̢e̶̸̡t҉h̢̨͠ę̴̕ŕ ̨́r͡i҉̸̡gh̵t̸̵҉ ̸̛́b͡e̷̕f҉́͢o͜͞r̷̕e͜͞ ̀y͠o͜͢ur̴̕͜ ̷̛v͡e͘ŕ̷͠y͠ ͜eý҉̶è͠s͟]͜
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̧͜[͡Y̕͏o̧͠u̵̧͢ ́҉c̵a̢̕n̛ ̨͢h̢e̷a̷͘͏r͟ ͢m̶u̵͘s̷҉i̢͘c̕͟͜.̧ ̀Th͡e̶̴̶ ̷ch҉̕͞i̡m̛͢͡e͢s͟ ̸̢̕ơ̸̸f a ̨m̴̡͝u͡sic͘͞ ͘҉̕b́͟ơx́͜͢,̨͢ ̨p̶̢l̴̨͜aý̴į̷n̕g̡̢̧ ̛f͟͟a͟͜i͘nt̵͞ly̛͠ ̵́i͝n̴̛ ͘y͟͝o̵̢҉u̷͜ŕ͟͏ ̀é͟͝a͏rs,̷͜ ̡̀b̢͘a̴̛͟r̨͜͡e͏҉͝l͏y̴̕ ̡͟a̡͘͝ù͏̨d̨̛ibl̢͢͝e.̷̧ ͝Y̧ơu͏ ҉͏c͢҉a̡n҉̧'͟t͠͏ ̕͘t̨̨͏e͘l̨͜͞l̵̡̀ ͜w̶̢h̸̕͜ȩr҉̶e̵̛ i̷t͘'̴̨̨s̷ ̴̡c͏͠o̵̸͢m̶̨͟i͢ng̶-̷̷-̡̕]̧́͡

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[wait]

[a voice cuts through the music. it's. . . Haunt? she's still frantic, and she sounds like she's out of breath]

I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm almost there, and you are too! Let me. . . I-I can make your journey faster, just hang on--!

[and suddenly your surroundings glitch out in front of your eyes, and you find yourself somewhere new]

(frozen comment) FLOOR 266?511!

[soulping]

[̢T͢h҉͝is̶ ha̵l̕͝l̶͡͡wa̧y̕ ̧s̕͘mé̢l͏̢l͡s̷̀ ļ̀҉ik҉͟e b̢́ur̨͢͢n̴͡t͏̡ ̵̷͟ẁood̸́ ҉͠a̷͘n̡͏͘d̶͜͞ su̢͟l̡f҉u̸r͘͞. T͡h̸́͡é l̛i̴͝g̢͝h̡t͡ş̶̸ ͞a͡bo͏̸͘v̶̵e ̨͞a͞r̸̶e̡̕ ̨̡t̡̀͠i̧n͟͝͠t̵ed͢҉ ̸r̴̨e͢d̴̵͝,͟ ̛́ań̵d̀͘ ̛͠t̸̵ḩe͞y̷̷ ͏̷f̵͞l̶i͠͞c̛͟͝k҉҉̀e͠r̴̡͟ ̧͢͜on͞ ̀a͞n̶d̴ ̨̕͢o̧͘f͘f ̸̕͢i̸n̛ ̵̀r̛e͜ģu̷ļ͟ą̷́r̷̷̀ ͠i͝n͞te͡r̡v̛al̵͝ş]͠
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҉̸[̧̛͞Od̸͡d̛l̷̀y͢ ҉en͏o̴͜͢u͏̛͏ģ̵͡ḩ͢, ͜i̛͜t҉̨'̸̧͘s̡͏ ҉͠th̷͟e͡ ҉ḿ̕͝o͘͠s̸̛t̵́͠ ͠p͞͝ų͡͡t҉҉ ̶t͠o̡g҉̡͢ȩt̸̨͜h̕͠er̵ ̨̛f́ĺ̴o̢͠or̕ ҉͠y͢͞ǫu'̷̢v҉e ̵̧s͏̡e͢e͠n̢ ̛͟y̡e̸͢t͢.̶̴́ ҉̀͢Ţ͢h̸̨͞e̶̡ ͏w̨͟a̡҉l̛l̢̀s̀͞ ̷̶a̛͠n͏́d f҉͏ļ̛͏o̸̧ó͢͢r̴̡ ͢ar̕e ҉̕i̴͏n̷͡ ͏҉g̷o͠ǫd ̷͘͝c̶̛̕ó̀n͘ḑ̴͝i̶̛t̡̡́i̕o̸͡n̵!̶ ͡B҉͏u̴҉t̵ ͠t̛h̡è ą͞r̨͞e͝a̕ ͜i͏́s ̛s̀t̸r̶̨aǹg̡̕èĺ͏y̴ ̶̸≮Ì͝>ho҉̸̧t͏̴.͏́<͘/I>̡ Ń̶͢o̕͞t̵͝ ̷͡͞ų͜nb́e͞a͏̨r̶͜à̵́b́̀l̢y͢ so͞,̢ ͡b̶͜͠u͏t̸̀ ͘͟͝i̷̕t̴'҉̛s̢ ̵̨̛en͠͞o҉̧u̢g͝h̷ ̵̶͝h̵̛ea͝t̀͏͜ ̸t͡ò̷͠ ̢̀m̢ą̀ke̸ ̛on͞e͏ ́҉̡w͠a̡n҉̸t̢̛ ̴͡t̢͡o̶͟͞ ͠u͜ǹd̷̀͘o҉͞͡ t͢h͜͠e̡i҉̢̛r̛ ͠co͏҉͜l̵͘la͟r̢ ̀̀͝f̕o͢͠r a ͞l̕͝i͟t͟t̷̛͜l̡͝ę̴҉ ͟b̵͡i҉̶t͏̡ ͢ǫf̀͜͞ ̴a҉̴í̕͞r]̵̕͏
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̶͝[̵Ţ̕͝h̸͠e̛͜ ̡͘͡w̸aĺl҉̴͟s̴ ò̢͢f ̨̕͝ţ͜h̴͡i̷s̵̵ ̡̢̛h̶̛͏a͘͜͝l̡͘͜l̢̀͟wá͢y͢ ̕̕͢a̵̷re͜ ̸̧l҉̛͢in̵͢͠ę̵d ̴͢͜w͟it̢́͡h͢͟͝ ͝k͘̕i̸t̡c̕h͢e͢n҉ c͜a̵̴b̕͘͝i̶͟n̢̛͡e҉̶t͟s̨̨,̀ w̢h̶̡ic̸̸̴h̛̛͡ ͝s̷̢͞e̶e͡m̢͝ ̸͢v̧er̴̵̡y͢ ̢̛st̨ŕ̡a͘҉̨ņg̷̷è͝l̢͜͜y̧ ́o̴̶u͜͝͡t ҉́o͟͟f̧͠҉ ͏p̛͟ĺa̛͢cè͟ ̵̕i͟n͜ à̵͢ ̶h̵o̴tę͞l͏̵̡, o̶҉f ̨̛͟a̶͟l̷͝ĺ̴ ̡p̸l̨ac̨̢͏e҉̨͘s͘͢͝.͡ ̡L̶yìng͢ ̸͞on҉͜ ̨͜͝t̶҉h͏e͟ ̧̛f̸̕͟l̶̵oo͡r͠͏ ̴͏̧a͜t ̵̛͏yơ̛u̵r̴̢ ̵͞f҉́e̛e̡t ̡͝͞ar͠e̶ va̡̕͢ri͠ó̷ú͡s̶̡̕ ͢k̢͢i̶̡tc͞he̢͠ņ͞ ̛҉̢u̴te̷n̶̛s͞i͠l͏ś̵̡: ͟s͞͏pa̷t͡͠u̧l̢a͢s,̸͏ ̧mi͘x̴̀͞i͠҉n̸͠g̢ s̵͘҉p͠ǫǫ͟͠ns͞,̶ ̷̶͝t́͘ǫ͢͞n̸̡gs,҉ ͢b͞͏a͠ķ͜ing͏̕͜ ̵͜pan̷s̢҉̷,̶͞ ̵́҉c̷̶a̴͘ś̢se̶̶̵r̴͝͡o̕͝l͏e d͠͝įsh҉̸͜e҉s͢. ̧͡.͘ ̨͡.̵ ̢t͠h́͞er̕e̕ ͏͟a͠r̸e ͢n͞҉͝o҉͞ ̸̨ḱ̨̀n̸͝į̷v͞e͢s͘ ͏ó̢͢r͜͝ ͞f̷o͘r̨ks͟͡͞,̶̕ ͝t̛͝͠h͡͏o҉u͟͝g̛̕͠h́!͠ ͡W̨̨h̸͘i̵c͘͢h̀ ̴҉͜m͞ą̶̡ỳ̸͞ b̷͜͢ȩ̶͢ ̡s̨̢o̸̕m̕̕e̡̕͝w͏͜h͝a͠t ͢c̸͟ơḿ̷͝f̴҉͟o̴͢r͟͠t̢i̛n͞g̨̛͝ ̷̧t͝o̶ ̵̧͟k҉͘͞n͜͝o͢w.͏́]̵͠

̕[̸̶T̴͘h̛e̴̢ d̨̡ìs͢͟t͟͏ǫ͟r҉̢t͢͟į̶ǫ̕n̕s̨ ̷̕i͏̷̷n ̨t̴̕h̷͢͞is̶ ̵̨̕r͏oo͡m ̷̶ą҉͞ŕ̢e͜ ̢ẁ̡o̢͢ŕ̵̢s̷̴̕e̢͟͡ ҉t̸́͏han͞ ͠t̶͠h͟éy ̵̸ẃe͘͡r̡̢͠e͘͟ ͜b̶é̛͢f̵o͜r͜ȩ͝. ̢̨Y͟͝o͢ú̷͘r ͘͟s̶͏u̕͢r͏̡rơ̴u҉͡ņd̨i͢ng̵̀s̶͞҉ ̷͟ş͢wi̡͟͡m̶ ͜͝͡a̷̛n҉̀d̶̨̕ ̀҉͞b̡̛en̴̛̛d̢͞ ͜a̡͡r̷̴ou̷n̴d͡ ͞͡y̴̢o̵̴̢u͏̸͠,̷ ̨wh͠i̶ć̶͘h̸̢ ͟͠m̵͢ay ̛̕͟g̀í̶̛ve͡ ͟y̡̡o̕u̢̕̕ ̵̶͟a͡͏n͡͏̸ ͏͟ơd̷̕d̶͢ ͡fé́e̶͘l͘͡i͏̧n̢g͢ ͡o̶f̵̧ ̀s҉e͘a̕s͝ic̀͏̡k̡̧ne̛͝s̷̷s̴͜ ̢i̴͘͟f̶̶͜ ̴̡ýo̴͘ư̵ ̶̷͞s͢t̵͢ąre̷̶ ̴̡a͠t̸̀͏ ̧̡t̵͝͝h̷͡e̢̡m̶̛ ̶̀t̢o̶̧o̴̷ ̕͢͝l҉̴on͝g̨.̴̛ T̸h̴̨e̵̡͞ŗ̀̕e͞ ͢ìs̶҉ ̷̛̕n̛͝҉o̸w̷̡h͠e͡rę҉ ̵͜t̸̨͘ớ ̧͟g̴o͘͏̡ ҉̵b̕͝u̶t͝ ͘͟fơ͟r͠͠-͡-̨͡]

--

[forward]

[forward]

[Haunt's voice echoes in your mind again]

No. . . no, it's not enough. Let me. . . j-jump you ahead, one more floor!

[as before, everything glitches out around you, and you find yourselves somewhere new]

FLOOR ᴃᔌজ᜗⇣༛ (the lobby)

[soulping]

[You've made it to the hotel lobby! It's a wide, circular area with tiled flooring. Another chandelier hangs above your head, large and elegant. It casts dim, green lighting over the area.]

[Large portraits of various supernatural creatures hang on the walls in this room: a beautiful mermaid laid out on a warm, sunny rock; a bright unicorn rearing back on its hind legs while a rainbow shines in the background; a graveyard filled with pale ghosts. On your left is the check in desk, seemingly normal except for the skeleton (dressed in a hotel staff uniform) that is lying on top of the counter limply. To your right is the concierge desk, the counter also "decorated" with a skeleton dressed in a crisp suit with a nametag that says "concierge." And in front of you. . .]

[Is the exit. A set of double doors shrouded in bright, white light. The doors twist and swirl in a circle, like a cyclone, right before your very eyes. The way out seems clear]

[You hear voices whispering in your ear. A deep, angry voice hissing the word fools, to which a female voice-- Maya-- counters: I'll stop you!]

[You're almost home free]

???

[soulping]

[there's a torn and worn scrap of paper on the ground in front of you]

Re: ???

[pornography]

Might as well check this out...

[ picking up the slip ]

Re: ???

[naturen]

[ Taking a peek at this as well. ]

Re: ???

[soulping]

[you pick up the scrap of paper. there are words written on it, faded with time but still legible]

Each day, she would sit alone in her cabin, pouring through her spell books in an attempt to locate the spell for friendship.

[you feel. . . you feel. . .]

[you feel like you should keep this]

Re: ???

[pornography]

I feel like I should keep this.

Re: ???

[naturen]

Yeah... I feel like we should, too.

But from here...

[ The obvious exit? Or ... ? ]